Behind the curtains, a figure rose. Dark and demonic, bare foot and bleeding. As it stretched its arms, the long pointed fingernails tore away the cloth, giving a glimpse of the scarred face, which was enough to freeze the blood in any living creature. As the figure approached further, from darkness into visibility, I chose to close my eyes shut and surrender to what was coming at me. The air grew colder and it became difficult to draw in any breath, and then..... All of a sudden, it all came to a halt. As I opened my eyes to see what has become of me, I found myself behind a curtain, barefoot and bleeding, with my nails overgrown, looking at a innocent figure, staring at me. I slowly started to stretch my arms and walked towards the poor soul, now half dead with fear....as I spoke, Soon, youll be joining us, very soon
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 17:05:35 +0000
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